Zompocalypse Diaries (QUICK edit finished)

November 27, 2012

Nov 27, 2012

Jordan and I got to know each other a bit better today, he's not such a bad guy. A little too touchy feely for my liking but a nice guy nonetheless. We spent the day checking our supplies, getting more of what we may need and figuring out the best route out of here. We couldn't stay at the motel forever, not with all the hordes we've seen ambling past.

I was pulled from my dreams by a pair of strong, warm hands early this morning. Grumbling, I rolled over and cracked an eye only to find a smiling Jordan hovering a bit too close.

"What are you smiling for?" I asked, pushing him from my personal bubble.

"It's a bright new day." He started. "The birds are singing, the air is fresh and I got us some breakfast."

"Really? All I hear is moaning flesh bags, all I smell is rotting skin and," I took a glance at the 'breakfast' he'd prepared, "all I see for breakfast is a bag of Cheetos and a bottle of Fanta. I don't even like Fanta."

"Look at the bright side, we're still alive and we have cheesy, crunchy goodness."

I rolled my eyes and pulled myself from under the scratchy, generic comforter. "I don't remember packing any Cheetos, where'd you get those?"

"Took a trip to the vending machines." He said, pulling open the bag.

"And you only brought back one bag?"

"I didn't have enough money for more."

My mouth dropped. "In a time like this you're worried about having enough change for Cheetos? Why didn't you just break it open? I doubt anyone is around to care."

Jordan's face dropped. "I didn't think about that."

"You're too good for your OWN good." I snatched the bag from his grasp, pulling out a handful of the crunchy delights and a set of orange fingers. "Stop hogging the breakfast Cheetos."

After filling up on junk we went about doing inventory on the last of my supplies. We had enough canned beans, soups and veggies to last a couple weeks, if rationed right. Paired with the sodas, bottled waters and crackers, we'd be eating like zompocalypse kings. Good thing the can opener was in my kit, that never left my side.

We packed all the food into one bag and started on the next pile we'd dumped so unceremoniously on the bed. "Nails, bats and a couple of handguns and some ammo." Said Jordan, placing them in the second bag.

"I've got some antibiotic cream, peroxide and bandages here. There are some painkillers in my kit too." I said, following his lead and tucking the first aid in with the weapons.